Sunday, 28 July 2013

"hidden truth become a poison"

“hidden truth become a poison”


Your last words were very confusing to me
I wasn’t sure to whom you spoke
I wasn’t sure what I did wrong

Even if it wasn’t your wish
you put me into the middle of a storm
my own tornado supported by your words

SHE is very fragile, open, pure
SHE loves without condition
and SHE has her own preferences

open spaces, fresh air, simple clarity
music, art, poetry, SHE enjoys the company
of warm rain, hailstorms are not for her

what kind of friend would I be
If I would have neglected to tell You
who I am not only who I intend to be


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